"I love you, too," she said. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, once, deeply, on the mouth. "I mean," he said, "I really love you." She quirked a brow. "Is this a contest?" "It is anything you want," he promised. She grinned, that enchanting, perfect smile that was so quintessentially hers. "I feel I must warn you, then," she said, cocking her head to the side. "When it comes to contests and games, I always win." "Always?" Her eyes grew sly. "Whenever it matters." He felt himself smile, felt his soul lighten and his worries slip away. "And what, precisely, does that mean?" "It means," she said, reaching up and undoing the buttons of her coat, "that I really really love you."